“In the Web” – Day 18 of National Poetry Month

The webs in which I sit and count the angles, Stitch to stitch, Surround and tangle. Sitting, mangled, recently deceased, I recognize my body how A calf is noticed by a modern cow On tubes and harness And living wired for the betterment all of mankind. Any minute, a tooth will spill my dreams, The … Continue reading “In the Web” – Day 18 of National Poetry Month

“In the Valley of Our Violence” – Day 12 of National Poetry Month

In the valley of our violence In the years of smoke and water All the shadows trade in silence Like a father trades a daughter In the streets you hold your wallet For the parasites to find you As the crowd collects you call it There’s too many teeth behind you And the doors could … Continue reading “In the Valley of Our Violence” – Day 12 of National Poetry Month